Life is becoming a bore

here it goes again... my disease is acting up... my disease of finding anything and everything boring... .can't find anything worth doing... its all just a bore... man... this always happens... its only fun and interesting the 1st few days/months then my disease acts up again... i don't even know what fun is anymore nothing excites me and its excruciating...

Having people to care about/people to care about you is what it's all about. If you have this, you have everything. If you do not, you might make posts about a boring life.

BUT if you DO have the former, and CAN'T see it, you need to wake the f*ck up and live for/with those people in you life.

What do you feel is missing? Let me utilize "the miracle question" in this scenario,


A traditional version of the miracle question would go like this:

"You log off, do whatever you planned to do for the rest of the day. And then, some time in the evening, you get tired and go to sleep. And in the middle of the night, when you are fast asleep, a miracle happens and all the problems that brought you here today are solved just like that. But since the miracle happened overnight nobody is telling you that the miracle happened. When you wake up the next morning, how are you going to start discovering that the miracle happened? ... What else are you going to notice? What else?"

Can you answer the miracle question?

Take your life savings and gamble it on internet poker.

What kinds of things are you trying? What ways are you trying to entertain yourself? You said that things only stay interesting for the first day/month, well I find it hard to stay entertained by things for a month. I have to find different ways to keep that activity interesting. Maybe you haven't found anything you feel passion over yet.

I just realized, that this young man refers to it as "his disease." And I might be making an assumption here, but I doubt it, when saying that any attributes we assign ourselves labeled in a unique manner are likely to be perceived as being exclusively our own among other members of society.

Perhaps this "disease" is rooted in some existential conundrum that cannot be relieved. Perhaps instead of embracing the idea that relief/reality can come, this young man has embraced the illusion that it cannot. Embracing your sickness when it's all you know is a way of giving up. It will not help. Sure it's a comfortable, uncomfortable rut, and I have been there my own self before, but I reached a point where discomfort became too strong, and anxiety helped me to delve into reality.

Again, ask yourself the miracle question, answer it, and then we can move from there.

I don't understand the miricle question. Are you asking him to describe how his life would be different if a miricle happened and all his problems were fixed, or are you asking him to describe what the miricle did to fix his problems? Or am I entirely wrong?

HH, if you can see the desired results, you will be more attuned to where you are and where you can be. You will see the destination and can then plan a path.

In other words, you'll see the solutions and can then work through the problems toward them. And anyone who says, "I've tried that", it did not work, yes. But it CAN, with enough insight and devotion.

danny... you read through me... and yes i agree with you for i had come to the same realisation as you... that im embrasing my "disease"... years ago...

I DO have people that love me... i know that, they are the whole reason i still exist today... but even with them... life gets boring...

as of my disease.. i know what it is.. and i know its roots... but im better of embrasing it.. so i do

what i feel missing??? what i felt missing was a reason to live... i already did find it a long time ago... i live.. to live.. and thats it..

but im not sure its enough... coz living to live is boring... and hate boring

but even though i know that its not enough im sticking to it coz the main foundation of my personality is being numb... even though life slaps me in the face.. i won't feel anything... i don't have any ambition of somekind.. that's why i live only to live..

i tried to regain my emotions and try to embrace life but when i did, the wounds that i tried to bury deep in myself reopens... so i just stay numb...

you might say.. that im just running.... and yes i am... coz if i try to face my wounds... i know that i'll fail and i might end up hurting the ones that love me... so i just run away and embrase my disease... that's the only way i know how to live...

I think that child rearing methods affect teenage suicide rates.

Childhood is a time of self-discovery and learning about the world. There are many "discoveries" to make life like an unveiling adventure. Add the electronic imputs of today's gamer mentality and kids are being overdosed on novelty. A new game gets old...get a new game..on & on...by the time they are teenagers they look at life & say,
IS THAT ALL THERE IS?

The world does not exist to provide you with constant entertainment.

Life is a precious gift which you can make the most of OR waste....your choice.

The more superficially you view things, the more simple and boring they appear.

The challenge is in the intricacies.

If self-pleasure is your only goal, the truth becomes NOT getting what you want BUT wanting what you get.

But the real challenge of life is is learning to gain satisfaction from helping others. Then you have an endless supply of potential satisfaction.

DON'T GIVE UP...GROW UP, LOOK DEEPER...MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR GIFT.

i feel ya dude.

When all else fails, there's always porn.

Welcome to the 21st Century where the world's biggest problem is going to be how to deal with boredom.

I also feel ya but i gotta ask one question... you married?!?

I know how you feel man. You don't want to look back on your past because you dare not. I just bury my problems which means that every few months i break down. this isn't the best option. My advice: Find an ambition. Something you aspire to achieve or accomplish. Mine is living in the Yurals in Russia alone.
Or you could just take drugs and have lots of sex.

I didn't even notice that it has nearly been a year since i posted this.

And during that time, i actually grew a bit.

I found out that the "reason" that i thought i had found in the past was just a hallow thing that i used to ran away from my problems.

I just had enough of it. So I imposed myself in exile to face my past and reclaimed my reason to live. At the same time i became at peace with myself.